The guava season is getting ready to end so now we prowl Budapest like we’re hunting animals. We carefully comb and comb the streets, eyes trained on the trees so hard our necks could strain.
Propelled by questions about my own gender identity, I photographed those who shared my desire to live in the androgynous space between genders.
So where are the handcuffs and squad car, or are you going to call the police for that part? Where is your roger-over, can I see it? Is it true that they can kill you there, in jail?
Going to my twenty-fifth college reunion last May, there was a panel—the writers panel—and the guy was moderating says, ok, I’m going to ask each of you a really difficult question, and his really difficult question for me was, what’s it like being married to James Wood, and I asked, is this the point where you want me to get up and walk out of the room?
The money raised by the Democracy Alliance and the Kochs’ political network is secret. The public will never know its true source. Call it “dark money.”
The Church isn’t why I’m a writer, but it’s probably a part of it.
Viewing the non-Western world as an unchanging repository of “tradition” and the West as the rightful home of modernity lead to the neglect of contemporary Asian artists whose works aimed to meaningfully engage with the modern Asian experience.
if only I could catch him between my thumb
and forefinger gentle enough between my thumb
and forefinger. I could save him for later,
sew his scales to my booties.
By the time people in Moatize learned of the coming mega-project, in 2009, it was already a fait accompli. Moatize, a rural district in the western reaches of Mozambique, would soon be home to the world’s largest opencast coal mine.
Gatsby’s and Jay-Z’s stories both speak to the same enduring American myth: the notion that through talent, drive, and ambition, a marginalized “nobody from nowhere” can become somebody.